Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.